True be told, I’m off my game. I mean, you’d think all of this time off, my style would improve and I’d have this flood of ideas just gushing on the page… I can barely draw a stick figure, don’t even get me started on hands… Anyway, it’s going to be ugly here for awhile; the comic strips I mean, I’m okay otherwise.

So, it has been an off year creatively. However, I’ve finally made a turn and am slightly sorted in the right direction. Also helpful is moving to a more digital form of media via the app Paper 53… Actually I’m pretty excited about its applications. It doesn’t seem to be bogged down by too many options and of course it’s ad free…

Myself however am super behind on the times seeing that this app has been uploaded 100 million times over. Still however, it’s perhaps the best app I’ve used for drawing so far. Hopefully, even better when I receive my “Pencil” made by the folks at Paper 53

Sometimes, I’ll be asked to contribute art for a publication or something more personal… However, at times, I’m graciously “not needed”. Anyway, I have two such pieces for a charity art show… And yes, these ideas have been in my head. A hairy snake and a fish bowl with a face drawn on it, on a stand surrounded by a cardboard box…

Not sure of the significance… I need to add color though. Yeah… Not much else to add here.

The end of summer always feels like a real bad hangover… some fun getting there, but at the end all I seem to have is bad feelings and can’t wait for it to be over. Perhaps, it’s like that Mitch Hedberg bit, where he compares himself to pancakes to his audience; super excited to see him at first but by the end, they’re fucking sick of him… summer is my pancakes.

I met a few women who were special in their own way, and managed to fuck up every single one of those “relationships” One of those I truly blame myself. Anyway, there is a month of summer left, but basically, the end of August is pretty much the end of summer in my eyes. Also, this day makes a somber anniversary; it has been a year today since Wendy died. It seems very fresh to me… It seems like we just met, and that was over two years ago. By the end of that summer, we didn’t work out either. I find it no irony that she died at the end of summer…

However, not to come off as completely morbid, the fall brings the end of greenery (is that such a word?) the cold brings a certain type or rebirth… I need it.

Wow… That title is something pretentious. Anyway… I worked on this fucking thing for four months and promptly shelved it. I probably have it in a box somewhere… That was also my very first laptop… 950 dollars, 30gigs of memory… That was just right before laptops dropped significantly in price… For 350 dollars, I can buy something ten times more as powerful. I did just pick up a (used) Surface… I dig it so far.

Anyway, I need to go back and dig up that zone… As I recall, I was trying to go with something surreal in the story telling; it wasn’t half bad as I recall.

I have been working on comic strips since the late nineties, but probably didn’t feel that really had a “style” until about 2004 or so… 2003 maybe. Anyway, looking back, I feel that I probably had a better handle of what I was drawing over all. The Cat Boxing strips barely have a back ground nowadays. Granted that the strip boxes are quite a bit smaller then they use to be… As opposed to 1/4th a page to 1/16. This particular strip was late 2003?

It’s been a rough fall/winter/spring. Mostly of loss and no output. Not to mention loads of disappointments, but I’ll draw those later.

I’ve been an absolute recluse as of late; I mean I have been getting out and about, but I’m probably more cautious about it or at least overly self-aware. I let my ego take over too often and it doesn’t bode well for me. I’ve had more disappointing dating experiences lately than I have in sometime. Melissa and I didn’t work out for reasons that are our own, but ultimately, we were not on the same page. So I’ve been dating here and there, but not all that well. She actually has a new dude, which I have mixed feelings, not really… If she’s happy, then who really gives a shit what I think.

So yeah… Art. I’ve been really suppressed by my own admission. I really need to sort it out better, but in the meantime, I try to keep my head straight. It’ll get better I’m hoping… In the meantime here is a drawing of a girl named Amy.